Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 12, 2016

Pitter patter~by Anjali Kullu


 

 

Pitter patter

Your smell
crawl through me,
Making me divulge.
Pitter patter
rain falls,
Staining glasses
that smirk back.
Leaping memories,
Diluted music,
Aroma of sweet bun:
Fresh barn;
Milky aire.
Leftover remain
in that lil farm.
Your mist:
Recalls
My lost one.
One
I lost
long back
in the war…

Sing thy song
You singeth
When free
Sing me our only
Song…

He recalls Her…

‪#‎War‬
‪#‎Lostsoul‬


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